Two Poems | Lynn White
Time Passes
The pier is still standing
but it’s all that remains.
No boats will tie up
there again.
The sea has moved away
from here
so there aren’t any fishermen
to bring in their catch
or to hang their rods over the side.
The fish have left with the sea
and time stands still now
still as an empty watch
watching it all
pass by.
Before
Once they were dreams,
dreams like clouds floating fluffily
in the bright blue sky,
or nightmares stuck fast
in the dark.
That was before,
before
they became real,
I didn’t know
couldn’t tell
before
they became real.
And then they became memories
faded like washed out clothes
soon to be discarded
then forgotten.
I thought I would forget.
I think I did forget
but that was before,
before
the soap suds broke them down
as if they were a virus,
We washed them clean,
skimmed the scum
so that the newly rinsed memories
could live,
live as brightly
as before.
Photo by mitchell nijman on Unsplash
Bio
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review, Blue Pepper, Arachne Press and So It Goes.
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
